Memories
I see the pictures on the wall
Of a time of happiness
Or so they thought
But what they don’t know
Is that I never planned to stick around
I never planned to become what THEY wanted me to become
I never planned to be that man who let others control their life
I planned to live my life as a nature walker
Someone who lives by no rules
No expectations
Nothing in my way that will stop me
I will achieve my goal
Of becoming my own person
Of leaving behind those fake memories
And
Making my own…
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